Pearl Bryan's fate

Collected by Mary Jo Davis
For Mary Celestia Parler;
Transcribed by
Neil Byer
T. M. Davis
Fayetteville, Ark.
February 21, 1955
Reel 229, Item 9
Pearl Bryan's Fate
Deep, deep down in a valley,
Where flowers fade and bloom,
There lies our own Pearl Bryan,
In her cold and silent tomb.
The stars are shining brightly,
The moom was shining, too,
Up to her cottage window
Her own true lover drew.
Come, Pearl, let's take a-ramble
Down in the meadow so gay,
Come, Pearl, let's take a ramble
And name our wedding day.
Out walking in the meadow,
He led his love so gay,
Out rambling in the meadow
To name their wedding day.
Down in these woods I have you,
From me you cannot fly,
No human hands can save you,
Pearl Bryan, you must die.
What have I done, Scot Jackson,
That you should take my life?
I've always been loving
And would of been your wife.
Down on her knees before him,
Pleading for her life,
But in her tender bosom
He plunged that fatal knife.
The birds sang in the morning,
But mournful was the sound,
They found Pearl Bryan lifeless
On the cold and silent ground.

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Collected by Mary Jo Davis
For Mary Celestia Parler;
Transcribed by
Neil Byer
T. M. Davis
Fayetteville, Ark.
February 21, 1955
Reel 229, Item 9
Pearl Bryan's Fate
Deep, deep down in a valley,
Where flowers fade and bloom,
There lies our own Pearl Bryan,
In her cold and silent tomb.
The stars are shining brightly,
The moom was shining, too,
Up to her cottage window
Her own true lover drew.
Come, Pearl, let's take a-ramble
Down in the meadow so gay,
Come, Pearl, let's take a ramble
And name our wedding day.
Out walking in the meadow,
He led his love so gay,
Out rambling in the meadow
To name their wedding day.
Down in these woods I have you,
From me you cannot fly,
No human hands can save you,
Pearl Bryan, you must die.
What have I done, Scot Jackson,
That you should take my life?
I've always been loving
And would of been your wife.
Down on her knees before him,
Pleading for her life,
But in her tender bosom
He plunged that fatal knife.
The birds sang in the morning,
But mournful was the sound,
They found Pearl Bryan lifeless
On the cold and silent ground.